fatandfabulousmermaid:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP
fatandfabulousmermaid:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP
fatandfabulousmermaid:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP
fatandfabulousmermaid:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP

fatandfabulousmermaid:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP

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pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf

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I am having the worst day of my life

Crossing my fingers that I magically get some money before next Wednesday.

“i just need to get my shit together”
— me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via mermaidsongs)

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quaggly:

fuck what the fbi said

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